CHAPTER 305: CHAPTER 177: SHE IS THE DEVIL (10,000 WORDS)

"Then tell us your plan!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Ke immediately fell silent.

The ten-meter-high city wall was guarded by soldiers patrolling 24 hours a day.

Moreover, according to recent nighttime reconnaissance, there had been noticeable changes among the soldiers on the wall.

Sometimes twenty people, sometimes forty!

It’s possible that the soldiers on the wall had already detected someone spying on them, hence the changes.

As for how many soldiers were behind the wall, they had no information at all.

With their current team of nearly two thousand, it seemed like a large force.

But among them, at least a thousand were the Free People they had captured!

Whether they had the courage to engage in a siege was another matter.

They didn’t even have proper weapons!

Each was holding sickles, axes, Iron Hoes...

Sending such a ragtag group to attack the city wall?

It was no different from sending them to their deaths!

Previously, he attempted to have ten somewhat clever subordinates infiltrate behind the wall mixed in with a group of Free People.

But unexpectedly, they were exposed so easily!

Almost half a month without any information—either they had defected, or they’d been executed.

Fan Ke couldn’t think of a third possibility...

Fan Ke’s face once again bore a faint smile, "Lord Anthony, as the leader of this team, we naturally follow your orders."

Tyrone, who stood beside Fan Ke, said nothing, silently listening.

Looking at Fan Ke’s half-smiling face, Anthony couldn’t help but let out a cold snort.

Anthony pondered for a moment, his words full of resolve, "In that case, we can only proceed by filling it with corpses!"

Unable to find another passage into that territory or dismantle its Power from within,

the only option was a frontal assault!

Besides this, Anthony could think of no other solution.

Hearing Anthony’s words, Fan Ke’s mouth opened slightly, but soon closed again.

Fan Ke understood this was the last resort.

The only hope was that there weren’t many soldiers behind the city wall.

They would rely on their numbers to forcibly break through the wall!

Just then, an inexplicable chill appeared behind them.

The eyes of Anthony, Fan Ke, and the others all shifted simultaneously, looking towards a patch of darkness behind the bonfire.

It was the farthest corner of the conference building.

Because of the bonfire’s limited illumination, it couldn’t dispel all the darkness.

Anthony and the others quickly understood, their expressions becoming grave.

Except for Hall.

At this moment, his expression drastically changed, his entire body rising from the wooden chair.

He took a step as if wanting to run out of the conference hall.

Perhaps due to his body being overly weak, his right leg gave out as he took the first step, causing him to fall to the ground.

A dull thud echoed as his body hit the floor.

But Hall ignored the intense pain from his body.

He used his hands and feet to slowly and painfully crawl toward the door.

As he crawled, he shouted desperately, "No...Don’t come over!"

After crawling a few steps, Hall glanced back towards the dark corner.

Sure enough.

A voluptuous figure, as black as ink, had condensed in the darkness.

In the next moment.

A long slender black leg stepped out of the darkness, followed closely by the voluptuous figure.

Seeing this, Hall’s eyes narrowed, and his crawling Speed turned frantic and helpless.

"A Devil! She’s a Devil! Lord Anthony... save me..."

Anthony frowned, standing silently watching the scene.

Not only Anthony, Fan Ke, and Tyrone were silent as well.

As the pain slightly subsided, Hall struggled to stand, raising his right leg first.

With the corner of his eye, he saw the shadowy figure stepping towards him.

Fear gripped Hall’s heart as he rushed towards the door, shouting as he went.

"Someone! Someone, help me!"

Despite his full-throated cries, there was no response from outside the door.

Unwilling to give up, Hall continued shouting, "Lord Anthony... my body can’t take it anymore, if this goes on... I’ll die..."

"Woooo!"

Before he could finish his words, the shadowy figure transformed into ink-like tentacles, pouring into his mouth wildly.

The unfinished words turned directly into a garbled whine.

The tentacles continuously separated from the shadowy figure, surging into Hall’s body...

In mere seconds.

The shadowy figure vanished, leaving Hall standing with his head hanging down, abruptly opening eyes with only black pupils.

The wheezing and eerie inhalation sounded from Hall’s mouth.

Ugh~

After inhaling consecutively for two seconds, the eerie sound ceased.

Hall’s black eyes glanced over the three people in the conference hall.

A sharp voice, mixed with Hall’s own voice, echoed, "You’re running out of time!"

Fan Ke and Tyrone dared not meet his gaze, bowing their heads humbly.

Only Anthony stared directly at Hall, asking aloud, "Didn’t you promise me until the end of December?"

"It’s only mid-December now, there’s still time!"

Fan Ke and Tyrone remained silent throughout.

Hall took steps, walking over to Anthony’s side.

Like a cat, Hall swayed his body around Anthony, circling him once.

Under Anthony’s wary gaze, Hall placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh? It seems Lord Anthony is quite confident?"

"Tell me, how do you intend to break through that wall!"

Anthony spoke with unhidden assurance, "A frontal assault!"

"I don’t believe a single wall can stop a two-thousand-man attack."

Listening to Anthony’s words, Hall’s previously cold façade seemed to flicker with indifference.

A cold voice emanated from Hall’s lips.

"Lord Anthony, is this the best strategy a knight trained in the Seven Skills of the Knight can come up with?"

Anthony’s face turned cold, filled with frost, asking, "Oh, then what brilliant idea do you have?"

Hall, full of disdain, withdrew his hand from Anthony.

"Why... must you attack the wall?"

"Couldn’t we make the Lord behind the wall come out?"

His words carried a teasing, mocking tone.

Upon hearing this, Anthony’s eyes noticeably brightened.

Not only him, but Fan Ke and Tyrone across the bonfire also showed surprise.

Anthony pondered for a few seconds, saying, "It’s indeed a good idea, but how do we get them to come out?"

Hall’s lips curled into an eerie smile: "Boer Hansen!"